Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Algeria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Vladislav Delay,
Cymande,
Eddi Front,
Sex Pistols,
Shoche,
Yaz,
The Neon Judgement,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Standells,
The Gap Band,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Womack,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Vogues,
Quantec,
John Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
David Bowie,
Bob Dylan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joe Finger,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Bananas,
Tommy Roe,
Laurel Aitken,
Supertramp,
Loose Ends,
Chris Corsano,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Moon,
Marmalade,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Dolphy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick May,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed,
X-101,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Terry,
Essential Logic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxette,
Barry Ungar,
Grey Daturas,
The Slackers,
Alphaville,
The Angels of Light,
Sonic Youth,
Au Pairs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nas,
Ultra Naté,
Ludus,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.